dudes, I’m taking this gender studies class that I thought would be so interesting, but it’s just a bunch of ignant college students sharing their narrow “men drive like this but women drive like this” stories. Blah blah blah body image, blah blah blah rap lyrics, blah blah blah picking out cards. Ugh.
And she’s a therapist. And she lectures like it. She waits until you’re finished speaking to respond (so these bitches ramble on FOR EVER), and then gives you the old “I think what you’re trying to say is ..” It’s 60 and sunny out FOR ONCE and I’m sick of listening to this. My friends are coming tonight.
Enjoy this beard-a-clava.
Hm. That’s too bad. Maybe it will get better.
You could always shout at the ramblers “Stop talking, bitch, and go make me a sandwich!” and claim you were attempted to improve upon their point. Maybe?
I’m trying. I just haven’t had any whit lately. I’m whitless.
Maybe if you went to class wearing the beard-a-clava, people would think twice about what they were going to say.
Does it come in white?
USF fucktards strike again!!!